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A COLLECTION^ 



POETICAL 



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LOGAN STONE, 

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^'^thl 3 1882 

HERALD PRIN': 

I'ETEKSBUKG 



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PREFACE. 



The object of this little volume is to introduce 
my poetry to the public. I have not selected 
the best of my compositions, as I desire to pub- 
lish a variety of poems of diflerent metres and 
^ on familiar subjects. I have others which, per- 
haps, are more meritorious than any of these, 
and on subjects of greater importance. But, as T 
desire to present only a small pamphlet, I am 
compelled to omit them. Many of tnese poems 
were composed in a few momenls — in the leisure 
hours mingled with the days of weary toil. 
They were not written with the care that should 
have att<^nded the efforts of the author; conse- 
quently, they may lack the beauty of expression 
and force of language usually found in genuine 
poetry— I do not boast, yet, I say that tlie Muse 
flies not where I cannot' follow. " But I choose 
my own way of going. I can write whatsoever 1 
will, and in'any manner that I wish. I compose 
my poems in the way that suits best the pecu- 
liar nature of my own mind, and much for the 
pleasure thereof. Some people write merely to 
show their skill in composition; and others, who 
cannot write at all, peruse tbcJ^productions of the 
most talented while they hoot at the more com- 
mon, which probably far excels anything in that 
line that their un^ffted minds are capable of 
producing. Fine ideas clothed with elegant lan- 
guage are like silver sprays wrapped in the glit- 
tering sun-beams of the morning. But some 
men go to extremes. They use too much magnil- 
oquence and put their essays beyond compre- 
hension of the masses. It requires a scholar to 
read them. Such poetry the world has little 



iieed of. The language of the heart is phiin and 
comprehensive, but the langiuigc of the mind is 
polished. Tins little volume is scarcely suital)le 
for an introductory to my poetical works. Yet, 
I will tc«s it to the"^ public that it may serve as a 
companion to the reader — a visitor to the liber- 
al, and a bramble in the broad tield of literature 
open to the gaze of the sporting critic. 



POBTRY, 

Genuine poetry, in composition, is the produc- 
tion of wild ini 11) agination. It is the written 
thoughts of the soul while towering in its aerial 
flights above the mundane regions, viewing, with 
wonder and admiration, the mighty works of 
nature. 

Natural poetry is seen in the beauties and 
wonders of nature. There is poetry in the bril- 
liant sunshine as it pours down its dazzling rays 
upon the earth, warming and swelling all vege- 
tation, and turning the waters into a sea of 
sparkling glass. 

There is poetry in the mad volcano that sends 
forth seas of burning lava with gigantic vol- 
umes of flaming tire, threatening all around 
with death, while the hills and mountains 
quake at its tiercenai/, as though they would 
llee from its presence. 

There is poetry m the wild thunderstorm that 
sweeps over the land, rending rocks, upturning 
trees, and bathing the mountains with flames of 
lightning, while the earth trembles beneath 
its terrific shock, and in the whirlwind that 
tears up the mighty oak while turning upon his 
heel, then laughing it to scorn, skips merrily 
away dancing a jig. 

Logan Stone. 



Month of March. 

The month of March lias come again, 
With all iiis rain and mud, 

And frost and ice to coat the trees, 
And nip them in thebU(i. 

He conies like one on pinionslborne, 
Midst clouds of sleet and snow — 

His stormy days and chilling nights 
Fill all I'lis paths with woe. 

His howling winds about us fly, 

Like bullets in the fray— - 
His mud beneath our feet is spread, 

In cv'rv field and wav. 



He is the winter's farewell blow — 

December's eldest son; 
He toils with him, nor will he leave 

Until his work is done. 

'Tis hard for man to dwell with him, 
And bear his heavy blows; 

But how can he, successfully, 
His mighty power uppose. 

His frightful blasts are for the best, 
Although they do us harm; 

So let us grin and bear him with 
His equinoctial storm. 

Soon he will leave our pleasant clime, 
No more cold frost to bring' — 

Behind his clouds will then appear 
The bright and welcome Spring. 



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A Worthless Man. 

The man who gains no earthly store. 

And never even tries. 
Must live in poverty and shame, 

And want until he dies. 

He'll be a servant and a slave, 
And to the wealthy bound, 

And always live from hand to mouth 
Wherever he is found. 

His life will be a heavy drag. 

His home a prison cell, 
And earth with all its charms to him 

Must be a transient hell. 



The Poor Man's Soliloquy. 

Blest be the day when it arrives, 
And ne'er a bit I dread it, 

When I will no more have to buy 
My meal and flour on eredit. 

Yea, blessed be the welcome day, 
And be it bright and sunny. 

When I to buy my meal and flour 
Will alwavs have the mone^^ 



I fancy then, I'll ne'er be seen 

Before a merchant lusty, 
With some excuse for being "strapped," 

Beseeching him to trust me. 



The induBtrioiis Widow. 

From day to day the widow toils, 

With energy and might, 
And weary limbs and anxious soul, 

From morning until night. 

vShe hoes her cabbage and her beets, 

Potatoes, peas and beans, 
And takes care of the tender plants: 

The radishes and greens. 

She is not slow to soil her hands, 

Nor does she labor dread; 
For by the sweating of her face 

Her little ones are fed. 

She does not fear the scorching sun, 

But cultivates the soil, 
And fondly waits for the reward 

Of all her care and toil. 

And when the little crop is raised. 

She stores it all away, 
That she mav eat when winter comes, 

Clothed in liis mantle gray. 

God bless the faithful widow's house, 
Grant that she may be fed — 

Forbid that she shall come to want, 
Or beg her daily bread. 

Send down the rain upon her field, 

Her garden neat and small; 
And grant that she may plenty have 

Throughout the seasons all. 



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And when bor race of life is run, 

Grant that she may have grace 
Sufficient to gain heaven, and 

Find there a resting place. 

Encouraging Words to Christians. 

Be not dismaved, ye drooping saints 
■ Who grovel in the dark, 
But fan the fiame that in thee hums, 
Anr! trust not in a spark. 

I.ot not the tempter overcome, 

Xor load thy soul astray, 
But ever be upon tliy guard, 

A !id keo)> tlio narrow way. 

Thy 1 are of life uill soon be run, 
T'hoji thrtu shall reach the goal, 

The liappv region of the blessed. 
The harbor of tlu* soul. 

Tliy hopes are founded on a rock, 
ThiiH^ anchor is secure, \ 

Thy promise firmer than the earth, 
And thy salvation sure. 

When Demons hover round thy soul 

And stormy clouds arise, 
Then call to mind thy former bliss 

When clear were all the skies. 

The Saviour will redeem thy soul, 

He is thy constant friend. 
He will protect thee in this life 

And save thee in the end. 



Those murky clouds are for thy good 

That o'er thy vision roll, 
For soon they Vill disperse, then light 
. Will beam upon thy soul. 



Then do not faint upon the way. 

But onward ever go, 
And thou wilt reat^i that better world 

Where is no pain or woe. 



Then thou wilt dwell amouir the just. 

The saint and Angel band, 
And worship God unhurt by siu. 

Far in the promised land. 



Eow to Use Time. 

Be careful how you use your time 
For it will not always last; 

And t3 misuse it is a crime, 
That will thy spirit blast. 



Improve the hours as they fly 
And v/atch the moments, too, 

Lest they should pass unnoticed by 
And fail to profit you. 

Let not thy precious days be spent. 

In vice, nor wanton glee, 
Lest they should end ere thou repent 

4nd leave no hope for thee. 



The Blue 
Tiie Murpbys are a people who, 

With energy and might, 
Are working 'for the nation's good. 

For liberty and ri>5ht. 
They're striking at intemperance, 

And mean it to subdue — " 
Each wears a badge of temperance, 

A httle ribbon blue. 

The Murphys are a mighty host, 

A patriotic band. 
Endeavoring by honest means 

To purify the land. 
Now reader Murphy whose eyes fall 

Upon these stanzas few, 
Be zealous in the noble cause, 

And faithful to the blue. 



If you should see a drunken wretch 

Bemudded in the mire, 
Do not leave him there unhelped, 

Beneath the curse so dire; 
But take him gently by the hand 

And raise him from the slough, 
And give him warning and advice, 

Ana point him to the blue. 

And if YOU should perchance to fall 

In some ungarded day, 
Let not the blunder fatal be, 

Nor farther go astray. 
But keep the pledge and try again, 

And keep tnis truth in view — 
"God helps him who helps himself," 

And buckles to the blue. 



i/ot not tli'j leni]>tfr uveicuiiitt,, 

Nor pierce you with bis dart, 
Nor make of you a tippler, or 

A drunkard at the heart. 
Your word and honor is at stake. 

Your reputation too, 
Which you will forfeit to your shauie 

If vou desert the blue. 



Let not tile Demon.. Alcohol,' 

Cause you to break the pledge, 
Nor slip into the drunkard's hell, 

Nor stagger on the edge, — 
."Shun every soul-poluting drug 

And shun tobacco, too, 
Because it is the "devil's weed,'' 

A blemish on the blue. 



Be prompt in dut3- everywiiere, 

A'nd always do your pari. 
With charity for every one 

Abiding in your heart. 
Let malice never have a cl^ange 

Its cruel work to do, 
But meet your neighbor with a smile, 

And crown him with the blue, 



Some people <lo not like the blue, 

As though it was impure — 
Andmeaut for drunkard's just reformed, 

And was their signature. 
But that's a notion of their own, , 

And very foolish too; 
It is the badge of temperance, 

The -'Murphy" sacred blue. 



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Be not ashamed to wear the tvlue, 

Wherever yon may call. 
Tt. means that you are temperate,. 

And hate the'ltquors all. 
Then wear it every day you live;^ 

Work days and Sunday, too — 
And let the people know that youi 

Ave faithful to thebhie. 



Come everyone, both lieh and poor 

And join the Murphy clan — 
Come, sign the pled«:e without delay. 

And help us all you can — 
Our nation's honor is at stake, 

Its wealth and glory too. 
Come, now, and join' the sacred pledge 

And recotrnize the blue. 



We want to stop the whisky trade. 

So greatly in demand,. 
And cap' tlie demon alcohol. 

And drive him from the land. 
We want to pay our nation's debt, 

And give men w'ork to do, 
And save our felTowmen from shame. 

And crowm them with the blue. 



'Tis hoped the time will soon arrive 

When Murphys, free from pride, 
Will rule suprernely everywhere, 

Between tne oceans wide. 
'Tis hoj)ed that Murphys will be seen 

All with their colors true, 
Wherever waves the Union flag, 

The red, the white, and blue. 



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Tim Devil's Trap, 

I saw the devil's trap one day, 
In which he catches all his prey, 
It was Tophet — a dreadful weight— 
A jug of \^7lisky was his bait. 

I hid myself a little while, 

To see thejdevil's trapping style; 

I had not very long to stay. 

For soon his Victim camethat way, 

It was a drunkard hither bound. 
And soon the tempting jug he found, 
He looked and saw no one was nigh, 
And then he crept in very sly. 

He drank until he lost his care. 
And was too sensless to beware: 
Then Satan pulled and Tophet leil 
And sent his precious soul to hell. 

Wlien he revived, I heard him cry. 
Alas, alas, oh! where am I? 
Can this be hell, that wretched place 
Qfpain, of anguish and disgrace? 

And then he wept, he prayed, he plead, 
liut the Savior to hira said: 
Depart from me thou cursed one! 
For there's no hope when life is done. 

And then he turned his weeping eyes. 
And saw the flames about hini rise; 
Which leaped like wild beasts from the lair; 
And then he sank down in despair. 



I -J 

Now tliitr riJiiv !>t> tlie caso \vitli all. 
W»-M do into this habit fall; 
J:>ecause it is the drunkard's hap 
To fall into the devil's tra}). 



Death. 

'Tis sweet to live, but sweeter far to die, 
And leave the scenes of woe and mortal pait 
For life is deatli, a death that conquers slow^ 
And fills the paths thereof witli misery — 
lafe is sweet, but death is sweeter far 
To those who are prepared to meet their Go 
For in that hour the messenger will come 
And bear away the soul unto that place 
Where happy spirits dwell, and where the »a 
Arrayed in white, tlieir holy Maker praise. 
Then fear not death, for it is not a pang, 
Nor a foe, that we should dread his stern 

in'oacli 
'Tis but the nurse that God in mercy sends 
To lull the soul to sleep. 

It is the fell disease amidst the tiesh, 
That breeds the pain that racks the mortal p 
But death is innocent of this, and smoothes 
With gentle hands the cold and fainting bro 
Fear not what God in wisdom hath prepared 
To cut thee off from earth's vile multitudes; 
For|it is not a curse; but a blessing— 
A fitting for a journey of the soul— 
'Tis like a sleep that turns the mind away 
From earthly care, and blesses with repose. 
Or like a trance, that steals away the soul, 
To view immortal visions. 



The Muse Calliope. 

A woman swinging in the sun 

Midst worlds of mrid light, 
Doth sweetly sing of Eden's grand, 

Beyond the shades of night. 

She is the fairest of the fair, 

All lovely and divine; 
Her countenance expresses love, 

And does with glory shine. 

Her garb is of the deepest blue, 

Her waist is snowy white, 
With silver tresses all around, 

"Which sparkle in the light. 

Her golden hair, in flowing waveg, 

Widely itself unfurls, 
And lowly hangs about her waist 

In many silken curls. 

Resplendent chain of sparkling gold 
Swung down from heaven's throne 

Support her car, bedecked with flowers 
From worlds by man unknown. 

Bright angels often visit her 

From their abode on high. 
And join with her in holv song, 

And with her swiftlv nv. 



Then loudly rings her charming voice 

By wisdom well control ed 
In tender tones to suit the bass 

Of matchless harps of gold. 



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Thufe to and fro with bte^^dr guit, 
She doeH her course pursue, 

And side by side with augels sails 
Far in the etiier blue. 



Apollo oft' with fond deUght, 
Doth by her pathway stand, 

As she passes swiftly by, 
To grasp her by the hand. 

Then he hounds into the car. 
Which does with splendor shine, 

And swiftly flies withher through space, 
All lovelv and divine. 



There's none so dear to him as her, 

So lovely and serene, 
She is his darling favorite, 

His goddess and his queen. 

Ladders of silver do extend 

From earth to her abode, 
Which furnishes the sons of men 

A straight and narrow road. 

On this the poets do ascend. 
With sparks of nature's tire, 

And take from her, her golden strains, 
And tune them to the Ivre. 



The singing of the Muse is heard 
By men and angels round, 

The heavens and the earth are filled 
With the delightful sound. 



cjiii^ uii, 0. lovely Muse-, slug on, 
Till fleeting time does end — 

Inspire each meek, inquiring soul 
Tliiit <'loes to thee asc^end. 



Glad would 1 take Ajjollo's plaee, 
If it could but be mine, 

And ever with thee be, who art 
80 lovely and divine. 



Thou beckonest nie now to come 
.\nd with thee take a part, 

And learn thy sacred songs of love, 
And bind them to mv heart. 



Thy channing^voice doth softly fall 

Un ray attentive ear. 
And welcomes me to quickly come^ 

And at thy car appear. 

I will come, and gladly come, 

And with thee tarry iong^ 
I'^^ntil the spirit of my soul 

Is laden with thy song. 

I'll sit me down with thee, 0, Muse, 

_And in thy bosom rest, 
'Neath thy resistless charms, and lean 

My head upon thy breast. 



And there enwrapped in perfect bliss 

I will thv features scan, 
And take from thee thy golden strains, 

And hand them down to man. 



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The Mysterious World. 

Far out in space there is a world 

Unbound by any tie, 
That does, with mighty angel speed, 

Forever ceaseless i\y' 

That world revolves around a light, 

The light is called a sun. 
Five hundred million miles a year, 

Tt does around it run. 

Above the orbit of this world, 

There is a region grand, 
And Heaven is the name of it. 

Where saints and angels stand. 

Below there is another place — 

A region foul and fell — 
Where wicked men and demons rove: 

The name of it is Hell. 

Now on this great revolving world. 

A host of people live; 
These people are immortal souls, 

Wnich none can take or give. 

Each soul within a body dwells; 

Those bodies are of clay — 
They are but temporary things, 

And shortly must decay. 

The gravitation of this world. 
Draws all those bodies near, 

So that they cannot fly nor go 
To any other sphere' 



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But tlie law of {^liivitaiion has 

No power o'er the soul, 
So when the body droops und dies 

'Twill leave its nutive goal. 



There is a Great Almighty One. 

Who did those souls create; 
To Him they all must fly at last 

To meet their final fate. 



This Great One omnipresent is, 
And everywhere does dwell; 

Around the ^\■orld on every sphere, 
In Heaven and in Hell. 



N<nv ev'ry soul is sh-onLdy hound, 

As w i t IJ a III I.) I >er b a n d ; 
To sp i li t s 1 i k e un t o i I se 1 f, 

lieyond eol<i Jordan's strand. 



And when the mortal body dies, 
And leaves it all alone, ' 

'Twill quickly fly away to dwell 
Forever with its own. 



The righteous then will plume theii 
wings; 

And soar to Heaven to dwell; 
But those who are defiled with sin, 

Must.helpless droj) to Hell. 



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The Oiiended Lover's Valedictory. 

Farewell to thee, offemlinjjj maid, 
I'm going now to leave thee 

I hope, my once dear darling girl, 
Our parting will not grieve thee. 

Our happy days are past and gone, 

And now the tie must sever 
That long has. bound my heart to thine 

To be undone fore\'er. 

AVe v.ill no moi-e together be 
In woodland, dale or mountain, 

To drink as wr- have often draak. 
L-'rom love's relVeyhing rountain. 

The sacred flame w ilMn my sotd 
Has ceased for fhee its burning, 

And I am now with eager to 
Another (diacmcr turning. 

Thou once was mv most truest friend, 
My dearest earthly treasure, 

A\ hom i was i)rone to oft embrace 
With found (hdight and pleasure. 

JSnt now my love for thee is gone, 
My once warm heart is frozen. 

And I, to make my life more sweet. 
Another maid have chosen. 

I have no boon to leave with thee 

Of future love a token, 
Xor promises too fondly made, 

That ma'v in time be broken. 



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If thou desir'st, my once dear girl, 

I will forget thee, never; 
Bnt now we part in this wide world 

To meet no more forever. 



The Wood Chopper. 

A dollar and two bits a day 

Is all the woodman .urants to pay 

His servant in the month of May, 

For cuttino; Avood, 
While ho beneath the shade does lay, 

To rest him iio<:>d. 



Ho toils with honest will and might, 

From dewy morning- until night, 

And makes the chips fly loft and right, 

Nor slops to rest. 
Until tlio sun is out vi^ sight, 

Low in the west. 



It may seem hard and mixed with woo, 
To have to sweat and labor so, 
To those who ne'er It undergo, 

But live in ease, 
Aiul ridt' ub«»ut with goj-goons sh(^w, 

VVheno'r they please. 



Hut to tlie servant 'tis a pleasure 
When ho can money there]>y treasure, 
For well he knows that at his leisure, 

He can it spend 
For moat and <lrink to till his moasnre, 

Till life shall end. 



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Tie counts his ]>iivile^'o a bles^intr 

To work to earn hia food and dressinj^, 

And evermore is Ibimd caressing 

Himself and wife, 
And always hopeful, thus progressing 

In humble life. 

He is at present rather poor, 
But is laboring wealth to secure, 
And iie will gain his object sure, 

If thus he tries 
A fcAV years and <ioes all endure, 

To win the prize. 

^sow thus he toils from day to day, 
Though rather st'.inty is his pay, 
That lie may something by him lay, 

As good as gold, 
To keep ftdl poverty away. 

When he is old. 



The Final Equalization of Man. 

There is a day, a dreadful day, 

Us dawning is at hand. 
Wiien all the people of this world, 

Will on a level stand. 

The rich and poor will be alike, 

The high and low be one. 
And wealth and fame will be no more, 

Beneath the glowing snn. 

But now, it is not thus with man, 

For all are running free. 
The mighty ones oppress the weak, 

Who ever from them tiee. 



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The rich look down upon the poor, 

As though it was a shame, 
For them to mingle with a class 

So destitute of fame. 

But when that day shall have arrived, 
They must bid fame farewell; 

A ndranVtheinselves with common folks 
And ever with them dwell. 



The gaudy dress in which they strut, 

Amidst the gazing crowd, 
They mustlay'by, and in its stead, 



Then where will be their splendid domes, 

And flying carriage wheels? 
And noble steeds of swiftest pace, 

And thousand acre Helds. 



Their scornful days will then be o'er, 

And ev'ry noble head, 
Shall lowdy bow, and rest itself 

Among the silent dead. 

The land shall then divided be, 

Bv rules unerring wise; 
Antl ev'ryone shall haye a lot 

Accordmg to his size. 



Then ev'ry one can go their lengthj 

For going will be free — 
The longest one will get the most, 

But not the richest be. 



Men aieol divers statutes ruade, 
• And some are very small; 
{Such men as these ui II not possess 
Like old Goliath tall. 



>'o one can then o'er others boast, 
For all will have the same — 

None will be rich, none will be pour, 
]Sone have, nor covet fame. 



Those little patches, two by size, 

Will give each one a share; 
And all will then contented be, 
'^__ Nor wish for better fare, 

The greedv man shall rest in peace- 
He shalf be let alone; 

No one will rob him of his deed, 
Nor move his corner stone. 

Now tliis shall be the certain fate 

Of those upon the earth; 
The rich and poor, the high and low, 

Shall taste alike its dearth. 

The wealthy shall give up their wealth, 

Although they did it earn; 
For poorand nako<l. came they here, 

And thus they shall return. 

The riclj grades and ranks of all the 
earth 

Must all give up their breath: 
And loose their wealth and proverty, 

And equalize in death. 



Man's Greatest Pleasure. 
It is a pleasure to a man, 

To have a charming maid 
Perched upon hi« antic knee, 

Beneath a pleasant sliade. 

It is a pleasure to a man, 
O'er bills and dales to ride, 

All in as))lendid carrrage with 
His darling by his side. 

It is a pleasure'to a man 
When in her showy dress, 

To ask his dearie him to wed, 
And hear her answer, yes. 

It is'a'pleasure to a'man" 
To stand upon the floor, 

And there be joined unto his'love, 
To separate no.more. 

It'is'a pleasure to a man 
To know the work is done, 

He and his darling melted bolh, 
And molded inte one. 



It is a pleasure to a'man— 

It is his soulsdolii^ht, 
To fondle o'er his winsome pet, 

From,morning until night. 

It is a pleasure to a man 

To know he has a friend 
To help him through thi8*worId of woe, 

'Till wearv life bhall end. 



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Woman. 

This world would be a lonely phice 

To man, with all its splendor, 
If he was left alone therein 

Without the sex more tender. 
The fairest region 'neath the 8un 

He would feel rather slim in, 
If he was bound therein to dwell, 

And never blend with women. 

The sun and stars that brightly shine, 

And 8})read their liirht around him 
IVVouldonly tend, with constant blight, 
! To trouble and eonfound liim, 
Their j^lory and their brilliant rayfi 

The heaVeuB woul<l look dim in', 
Jf he was doomed beneath their light 
To walk unblest with women. 

!The eharnis of nature would not be 

{ 80 lov'ly nor ho rdieering; 

jNor would her noble song.sters then 

Receive from him a hearing, 
iVlone, each, then, would dwindle, like 
1 A tree without a limb in 
^nd mourn his sad existence here 
Uncomixjrted bv women. 



There is no sweeter bliss for him; 
No greater earthly })leasure 

I'han to among the women be, 

■! Andcouri them at his leisure. 

/His cup of joy is often filled 

I rntil it takes the brim in, 

I When he life's hours is passing with 

/ The facinating women. 



\Vhcn Adam was in Eden placed^ 

Among the many flowert<, 
He was not happy then aloao, 

Amid the golden bovvers; 
80 there was made for him a mato 

In Kden to look trim in; 
It \\ as a nmndane angel fair, 

A type of modein women. 

Wiien A«lam looked upon liis love, 

lie knew .she v.as intended^ 
For hinj a help mate and a bride, 

Till his career was ended. 
He gladly took her by the hand, 

<The b*ok of love took him in), 
And walked through Edeu's bi>jad ex- 
panse 

Unhurt by jealous women. 

His happiness was then complete, 

Forever at his leisure, -^ 

He courted her, his bonny Eve," 

AVith foJKl delight and pleasure; 
He did not covet grea,ter bliss, 

Nor ever was a whim in, 
For well he knew that henceforth he 

iShouid dwell among the women. 

His sons that lived in after days. 

With women were delighted; 
And fondly courted those by whom 

lolove they were excited, 
And in the world those noble sons 

Alone, felt rather slim in. 
And sought, each one, a winsome bride, 

Among the lovelv women. 



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TIr^ smartest wien that ever livc'l, 

And wen of highest standini^, 
Have, ever since those days, been toun( 

Sweet women's love commanding, , 
They conld not dwell in earth alone, 

Xor in it sing a hymn in 
With perfect peace and happiness, 

Excluded from the women. 



King Solomon, the wisest man 

Tluit e'er we clianced to read of, 
Seemed to think that the women were 

The things he stood in need of. 
He wedded seven hundred wives, 

Who lovingly took him in; 
Besides, three hundred concubines — 

He must have loved the women. 

Wh.at would the anxious lover.s do, 

Who stroll among the masses. 
If they were doomed on earth to dwell 

Away from bonny lasses? 
Where w^ould they go when dressed 
suits. 

Which they look neat and trim in, 
If thev we)'e made to stay at home, 

And leave alone the women'.' 



Men's many earthly blessings. 
And worthy of what tliey receive, 

Their countless love caressings— 
What would men do — poor mortals— for 

A sea of love to swim in 
With fond delight and pleasure, if 

It was not for the women. 



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Questions in Ehyme. 



BY AN INQUISITIVE MIND, TO LOGAN STONE, 

If all the water on the globe 

Was corked up in a bottle — ■ 
If all the earth was made a robe, 

And buttoned round the throttle, 
What a being would ho be — 

At once'could drink it all? 
What a monster would we see 

If off the robe should fall? 



Where would the monster stand 

While taking such a drink? _ 
How could he use his hand 1,, 

To uncork it, do you think? Z 
Where would the body lay, 

When wound up in the robe? 
And what_ would youthen say 

Had become of this big globe? 



In about a week the poet replied that: 

If such a being e'er could be 
As you've suggested here to me — 
One that could drink the water all 
Upon this great revolving ball — 
He would like some great planet be, 
Which unassi8ted;sight can't see. 

If this great revolving globe 
Were transformed into a robe 
And botton'd round the mighty throttle 
Of him who could drink dry the bottle, 
And from his shoulders fall nnfurled, 
AVe would behold a living world. 



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A being thus so jjreat and ?ran<l 
Would need noplace on which tostan 
For he could ever keep his place 
With mi<rhty worlds that Hy through S] 
Or, if he should desire a seat, 
(,)r place whereon to rest his feet. 
He could som» passing world comniii 
And on it in his glory titaitd. 

Then, like a forest rlothcfl in slert. 
That does man's si^ht with glory meel 
His <rolden hair outstripfjed by none, 
AVould glitter in the shining sim, 
There he would stand hke fSol at noon 
And rest his elbow on the moon. 

And then his hand with lightning spe 
That would no gravitation heed, 
Would shake the robe around his throttl 
And tightly «rasp the mighty bottle. 
His other hana he then would take, 
And give the mighty mass a shake. 

And with his nails, so great and stou 
He'd clinch and pull the stopper out- 
Now, should this giant monster die, 
Where could his lifeless body lie? 
J '11 tell you where we eouki lay him 
Who drank the ocean to the bi'im. 

A thousand moving worlds M'e'd take 
And one Avorld of the whole we'd mak 
PoM'n in it dig a grave with care, 
And lay his ponderous body there; 
Or w eave a web of mighty chains 
Thut \vould not break 'neath his rem 



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And take it to the \v01lJ3 unsent 
And stretch it o'er them like a tent; 
^nd on it in a vault, we'd place 
lis form, and cover him witli space. 
We then would see our mined globe, 
Transformed into a mighty robe, 
With r>drt rolled up and part unfurled, 
Uecee^ing^to some otlier world. 



A High-Tempered Wife. 

The worst thing that a man e'er had 
In this wide world of trouble. 

Is a high-tempered woman who 
Is always in a bubble. 

I know where dwells just such a dame, 

She is a hell-cat snatcher, 
'Tisonly now and then we find 

A Mrs. that can match her. 



Wlien ev' ry thine: jjoes well with her. 
She is a charming winner, 

lint when she g:ets a little mad 
The very Devil's in her. 

Her husband dreads her fiery wrath 
Which moves h*^r oft to fight him, 

And when the fits come on she does 
Do all she can to spite him. 

When there's a chore for each to do, 

He saya he will do either. 
But she, in her malicious way, 

Declares she will do neither. 



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Her husband's mute on washing day, 
For then her touiige does clatt(*r, 

Ajid if he says too much to lier, 
She'll smash his nof'trin Hatter. 



She ever tries with anxious soul 
His business to bo knowing; 

Poor man, he can not rest, because 
Her tongue is always going. 

He seldom ma^es a trade without 

A fracas or d i s sen t i o n , 
And thus it is in many tilings, 

Too numerous to uienliun. 



And when he goes away from home 
To meetings that are holding. 

And comes back rather late at night. 
He u<3ts an awful scolding. 



She tries to run the whole machine. 
The kitchen, farm and garden, 

And does her husband oft' olfend, 
But never pleads for r>ardon. 

The bossing all is done l)y her, 
She tries to wear the breeches; 
I think she'd better leave lliem oil' 
For fear she bursts the stitches. 



For fear the tender sex should be oflended at 
mv poem on The High-Tempered Wife, I will 
insert a poem on The Good-Natured Wife, by 
res ersino' the former. I am aware that neither 



poem is suitable to more than one in a thous- 
and, hut perhaps the two averaged together will 
suit tlie majority of the dehided. — There is hut 
one thing in the w orld worse than a high-temper- 
ed wife, and that is a high-tempei-eti luishand. 
He is worse on aeeonnt of his greater strength, 
and extremely loud voice — L. S. 



The best thing that a man e'er liad, 
In this wide world of trouble. 

Is a good-natured woman, who 
Is never in a bubble. 



1 kno w where dwells just sueh a dam, 

She is no hell-eat snatcher, 
'Tis only now and the n we tind 

A Mrs. tliatcan match her. 



Ev'ry thing goes well with her, 
She is a charming winner, 

She never gives away to wrath. 
And vemreance is not in her. 



Her husband dwells in peace with her, 
She never dares to fight him; 

She's ever careful not to do 
A thing to grieve or spite turn. 



When there's a chore for each to do, 
She grumbles then at neither, 

But with a smile upon her face 
Is willintr to do either. 



ih.v liiisl^iind'jsgay on wnslting <lay, 

An<l lovingly does i)at her, 
}3eo:niKe she does not threalen then 

To Mnash liis noggin flatter. 

She does not try— good-natnred soul— 

Hi8 business to be knowing; 
Nor does she make him hear witli grief 

Wer tongue forever going. 



lie trades when e'er he will without 

A fraeasor dissention, 
And thus it is in many things, 

Too numerous to mention. 



nd -when he goes away from liome 
To nioetings that are holding, 
nd oon»es ])aek ratlier late at night. 
He never sets a seoldinir. 



She rwns lier part, but not the whole, 
Tlie kit<'hen, farm and garden, 

And when her husband she otlends, 
She pleads with him lor pardon. 

She does notehoose to be the boss, 
Nor bravely wear the b'^eeehes, 

She deems it best to leave them off 
Lest she should burst the stitches. 



The Convicted Sinner's Address to His Soul. 

sin, thou vile deceiver of mv soul 

lat leadest me astray with (^ire control. 

hou infernal black devouring flame 



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That brands the soul of man with endless shame 
Thou art the guide, the broad and rugged road 
Thatleadelli down to demons'* dark abode 
Thou art a subtile foe, and hard to scan 
Thou art the wreck and misery of man, 
Let darkness robe that doleful day and hour 
When first I yielded to thy conquering power, 
When first I slept beneath'thy clinking chain, 
And drank with fond aeligfit thy killing bane, 
Turn thou my soul. O thou immortal mind. 
From sin's broad road to which thou art confined, 
Listen to the voice of wisdom now. 
Scorn not the messenger with angry brow, 
Be thou admonished ere it is too Tate, 
Take warning now, and shun thy coming fate, 
Let sense and judgment stop thy coming woe, 
Tear now away from this infernal foe, 
Stop now and think, O thou immortal soul, 
Let sin no more thv strength and will control, 
Yea stop, or soon tliou wilt be doomed to dwell 
AV'ith demons in the burning pits of hell. 



Maxims. 

He that would be admired by the prudent 
should clothe himself in wisdom, and walk grace- 
fully in the paths of virtue. 

A man witli the big head is looked up to br 
those of little heads, but men of sense consid- 
er his ability. 

The man that owes more than he possesses is 
not worth a cent. 

Truth is a stranger to the infidel, and the path 
of righteousness is too narrow for his feet. 

Those who fail to do their duty because others 
fail are pretty sure of hell. 



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A man who is too indolent to work shou 
change or never marry. 

The man that gets a high-tempered wife ge 
one that will stay with him in timeoftroub 

A good wife is a man's greatest earthly bles 
ing. 

A man that speaks by note is like a lo 
sailor that guides himselt by the stars. 

It is not the rod that conquers the child, b 
tlie master. 

The rich are not always the wisest, nor tl 
aristocratic the most pure in heart. 

Man is what he rnakes himself. 

Never say, "I can't" except in imposibilitie 
and th6n let the truth come. 

The dancinw hall is the devil's parlor, and tl 
house of mirth the fool's dining-room. 

The man that mistreats his wife is lower thi 
a brute. 

The devil is an evil spirit, and like the ai 
is everywhere on the earth at once, and inti 
eijces men to do evil. Who can look arour 
him and sav there is no devil. 

The.slanderer is a terror to his neiglibor, a di 
grace to humanity and a faithful servant of tl 
devil. 

The drunkard's wife is acquainted with gri« 
she is a subject of pity and in a fair way for a 
early grave. 

Tliere are three characters which cannot s( 
the wisdom of God in his handy Mork— tl 
idiot, the lunatic and the intidel. 



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Temperance: 

An extract from a temperance lecture by the 
author: 

We cannot tolerate intemperance. To illus- 
trate: Say forty families go to a new country.and 
form a colony. They are all good, civil, moral 
people and live peaceably togetner. They have 
no saloon. No hquor. No drunkards. Finally, 
1 man comes to the colony and sets up a saloon, 
mdin two years many of the men become 
Irunkards. Young men are degraded. Husbands 
and fathers become brutal; families are made 
iiiserable, and the whole colony is disgraced, 
rhis is the effect of liquor. A law that would 
prevent this would be just, but some say that 
nich a law would deprive the liquor dealer of his 
iberty. In reply to this I would say, that the 
[aw would deprive him of the privilege of doing 
much harm, fiis is the wrong kind of liberty. 
[t enslaves others. We should not tolerate it. 
The law that deprives him of his liberty frees 
ill the people in the colony. It saves them from 
intemperance, disgrace and ruin. If one man 
with his famil}', should bo protected in a busi- 
ness that disgraces societv and degrades hu- 
nanitv, how much more should forty men with 
Jieir families, who desire todo right, 'be protect- 
hI in the practice of their principles. 8hall \ve 
icence crime and not protect decency? Shall we 
ove the dis'troyer a sword to slay the innocent 
vith and deny the victim a shield? Shall we 
iive all into the liquor dealer's hand, or shall 
ve respect others also? 



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Is The Soul Mortal. 

Infidels say that the soul of man is morts 
That it dies with the body. This is all suppo! 
tion. There is no way ofknowin^ that the so 
is mortal. If infidels would convince the wor 
that the soul is mortal, they should first anah 
it. They should first find out what the soul is 
What is the soul, or spirit, and what is it cor 
posed of? Or is it a component at all? Who ev 
saw a soul or a spirit, and if anyone ever d 
see one, what did it look like, and what color Wi 
it?^ 

"There is a spirit in man." That is, an invi; 
able and intelligent individaalitv. A somethii 
that is not flesh. A som.ethino: that sees, speak 
hears and understands. Without this the bod 
is dead. Its organs are useless. 

If the infidel does not know what the soul i 
If he cannot analize or comprehend it, he doc 
not known that it is mortal; scientists say th; 
matter is indistructable. Tlien if matter is in 
mortal why is not the soul? Science cannot testil 
as to what the soul is — 1 repeat. There is n 
way of knowing that the soul is mortal, an 
when the infidel asserts that the soul is morta 
that it dies with the body, he asserts a thin 
which he does not know to be true, since infidel 
want positive evidence on everything the 
should be sure of their premises. 



The Fishermen of Middletown. 

The fishermen of Middletown, 
Had many weeks been trving 

To catch themselves a lot oi fish, 
That they miorht have a frving. 



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Dav after day those fishermen, 

Who waited not to quibble 
With patience sat upon the bank 

Of Salt Creek for a nibble. 

Dav after day they did return, 
With naught but "little fishes" — 

That would not ])ay them for their time, 
Nor satisfy their wishes. 

At last John Tsonhart went down 
To catch himself a "minner," 

Or if he could a fish that would 
Make him a meal for dinner. 

He cast his line into the deep, 
And while he there was waiting, 

Long came a fish of mammoth size 
And took his hook and baiting.' 



Then Johnny pulled upon his line 
Which set his fish to flouncing, 

And drew it out upon the shore. 
Where it lay faint and bouncing. 

\t this he seemed surprised as though 
He thought his funny notion, 

Had led him there to catch a whale — 
A young one from the ocean. 

Thus Johnny got his wanted fish, 
Which made him dinner plenty, 

For when it was compared with pounds 
It equaled nine and twenty. 



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If he could always thus succeed, 
For which I'm* sure he's wishing, 

He should abandon work at once, 
And spend his days in fishing. 



Pay As You Go. 

Pay as you go. Let "tick" alone, 
Then what you have will be your own, 
And you can reap what you Have sown 

And keep it all, 
And never -Jvill beneath a loan 

Be made to fall. 



This is the way all men should do 
If they would 'wisdom's way pursue. 
And keep the latter end in view 

With steadfast eye, 
Lest they should trouble get into 

Before they die. 

This is a tnith, and ivide I'll spread it. 
The day will come, and you will dread it, 
When you must pay those that do credit 

The cash in hand- 
Remember this when you have read it 

And understand. 



Too many men have loosely traded, 
And blindly into business waded 
And trusted men, low and degraded, 

Who never pay, 
But go on "tick" 'til thus unaided 

Then run away, 



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The man nvIio no collector owes 
Is not ashamed to show his nose 
When he among the people goes, 

Nor fears to meet 
A creditor in sad repose 

Along the street. 

The man who does not owe a debt 
Need not o'er earthly matters fret; 
If he can only labor get 

To earn his bread, 
And will his heart unto it set — 

He shall be fed. 



Thus I do all men advise, 
Obey me reader, and be wise. 
And ever open keep vour eyes, 

An5 watch for woe, 



Pay as you go. 



Praise The Lord. 

Praise ye the Lord, praise ye the Lord, 

From every mountain side, 
Ye saints on earth, obey his word 

While bounding o'er life's tide. 



He made the earth and heavens too — 

All power is in iiis hand — 
The ocean wide, and deep and blue 

Shall dry at his command. 



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His Kingdom stands immovable. 

Eternal is his throne; 
To him the holv angels bow, 

And worship liim alone. 



Come all ye Nations of the earth- 
He is your sure reward, 

O come with love, forsake all sin. 
And ever praise the Lord. 



Farewell My Bonny Bird 

Farewell to thee my bonny bird 

My darling and my dearie, 
Thou ever art most dear to me 
' Enchanting, blithe and cheery. 



Thou art my truest friend on earth 
For thou art sad to leave me, 

But do not let O, lovely one, 
This parting moment grieve thee. 



Think love, upon the future days, 
And do not trouble borrow. 

When we shall meet to part no more 
As though it were to-morrow\ 



The time will soon arrive, my love. 

Forget it darling, never, 
When we will meet in this strange world 

To part no more forever. 



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Let our parting grieve thee not— 
Be hopeful, bhthe and cheery, 

For soon I will return to thee, 
My darling and my dearie. 



The Parents duty. 

The beet that parents can do for their children 
is to give them good advice, teach them good 
manners, and good moral principles, and give 
them a good education. If they do these things 
they will give their children that which is bet- 
ter than riches, and which cannot be taken away 
from them. It is possible for all parents, in a 
land of free schools, to bestow all th^se farors 
upon their children. Parents do your duty to- 
ward your children, educate them, give them 
good instruction, set them a good example and 
they will be benefited. 



The Street Car Mule. 

The following lines were written on seeing a 

mule drawing a street car through the street* of 

St Louis: 

Poor mulie draws the car along 
Amid the thick and massive throng 
And deems the tiring duty long 

On him imposed 
While sternly guided by a thong 

'Till dav i8 closed. 



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The driver close behind him rides 
To see that swilt he onward glides 
And has his weary back and sides 

At his command, 
To which he oft' applies raw-hides 

AVith cruel hand. 



He is compelled to onward skip 
Under the lashes of the whip 
And is not given time to nip 

At straw that lay 
Well adapted to his lip 

Along the way. 



Thus poor mulie is oppressed 
With daily toil from which unblest 
He oft' retires to take a rest 

With weary pace 
While quick another mule is "pressed' 

To fill his place. 



The Vanity of Riches. 

Why should a man work day and night, 

Regardless of his health; 
And break his constitution down, 

To gather to him wealth. 

For life is short, and death is sure, 
And earthly hopes are vain, 

And in this world of fancy toys 
We cannot long remain. 



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If one could get by honest gain. 
The wealth" of all the world, 

'Twould only be a hod of trash 
From other shoulders hurled. 



This life is as a transient dream- 
It soon must pass away; 

And Ave must lay our bodies down 
To molder in the clay. 

Then what is wealth with all it's fame- 
Are any truly blessed 

Who it possess, and nothing more? 
Or have they perfect rest? 



Hell. 

Hell is a place bej'ond the grave 
Where Demons do their imps enslave, 
Where victims rove in endless night, 
Without a single ray of light. 
It is a region foul and fell 
Where wicked souls and demons dwell, 
A place where pleasure is unknown, 
Far, far away from Heaven's throne. 
A place where horror never ends, 
Where foes are met instead of friends; 
A place where none but rebels dwell 
In endless torment — this is hell. 
Hell is the execution of justice upon the wicked 
It is punishment for sin in God's most wise and 

righteous way. 
What kind of a place hell is, no mortal knows 
iSacred Avrit does not seem to specify what man 
ner of punishment or place it is, but represent! 
it under various figures, such as, a lake of fire 



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biiter darkness, eternal damnation, &e; that we 
may get an idea of the misery of that terrible 
prison. Some people deny the existence of a 
Hell. They say that all will be saved regardless 
of character. 

But they err. This is a thing that cannot be; 
for righteousness has no fellowship with un- 
righteousness. Heaven cannot be pointed — The 
eoul, must be holy or it cannot inherit the 
spiritual Kingdom of God. If the rebellious 
angels were cast out of heaven for their offences 
it is not likely that the wicked will be premitted 
to enter therein without complying with the 
terms of the gospel. Since Adam was driven from 
the Eden, on earth, for sin. It is not probable 
that his descendants will be allowed to inherit 
that upper and better Eden without repenting 
of sin— To deny the existance of a hell is to 
charge God with injustice. It is putting too low 
an estimate on Hisholy character. 



The Batchelor on Matrimony. 

It would be good to marry, 

If folks by doing so 
Could better their condition 

In this wide world of woe. 

This world would be a heaven, 
As well as that above, 

If people could be wedded 
In harmony and love. 

It would indeed be pleasant 
To live a married life, 

If 'twas not for the husband. 
Disputing with the wife. 



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But this infernal trouble 

Seldom fails to be; 
It seems to be their nature 

To always disagree. 



If man and wife could only 

On ev'ry thing agree, 
And do away with quar'ling, 

They would both happy be. 

I would not mind to marry 

If I could only find 
A woman that would suit me 

And never make me mind. 



Perhaps, I would do better 
Than some that make a start, 

And get myself a helpmate 
That has a noble heart. 

But I'm afraid to venture, 
Because I might get fooled, 

And be compelled in sorrow, 
To be by woman ruled. 

And then my life a burden 
Would be, and well I know 

That I'd regret the wedding — 
The cause of all my woe. 

I've seen too many weddings 
That did not turn out well, 

And changed the lover's heaven 
Into a constant hell. 



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And when I well consider 

The matter 1 decide 
That 'tis better to bo single 

Than buckeledto a bride. 

And then I feel determined 
To still avoid a match 

By wedding with a woman, 
And live alone and "batch". 



A Solid Man. 

A solid man is one that is what he appears to 
be. He does not put on airs, nor try to deceive 
the people. He is plain, sociable and honest. 
He respects those that respect, him, is not above, 
nor below any, but considers himself equal to 
those of his character, whether rich or poor. 
He does not envy the rich, nordespise the poor. 
He admires the virtuous, and pities the degraded. 
He endorses every good principle, and opposes 
every bad one. He is industrious, temperate, and 
virtuous. He is truthful. He means what he 
says. A man can believe him. and a woman can 
trust him. He is the same wherever you meet 
him, to-day, to-morrow and forever. 



The Husband's Dearie. 

I feel a delicacy in placing before the public 
the following lines. For there are so few people 
who can appreciate them, especially, those who 
have been snijiwrecked upon the deceitfuljocean of 
matrimonial life. Judging from the number of 
staves, mopsticks, and broken broomhandlea 
that drift asnore from that delusive sea, I sup- 
pose they are prepared to recieve my composi- 
tion as the vain production of a frenzied imag- 
ination. Nevertheless it may be read with fond 



deliffht by some who areyet on the safe side c 
theoeach. 

What is the dearest thing to man 

In this world of commotion, 
And cheers him most wliile sailing hard 

O'er life's enruffled ocean. 
What turns his sorrow into joy, 

In seasons dark and dreary, 
Is it not his loving wife, 

His darling and his dearie? 

Who is the truest friend to man, 

With grace and love abounding. 
And faithful proves, while others are 

His tender feelings wounding? 
And always in him takes d*»light, 

Though all the world be jeery, 
Is it not his lovely wife. 

His darling and his dearie? 

She's often seen with charming smiles 

And visage full of meaning, 
Sitting upon her husband's lap, 

And on his bosom leaning; 
And thera enwrapped in perfect bliss, 

Though others mav be sneery. 
He does embrace witii fond delight. 

His darling and his dearie. 

When other friends betraj^ their trust, 

And wrongly use and grieve him, 
He has one triie and faitliful friend. 

That never will deceive him. 
O, what a friend this friend must be — 

A friend that ne'er srows weary — 
She ig his truest earthly friend. 

His darling and his dearie. 



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I wondor not if such a man 

Enjoys earthly pleasure, 
When he can gather to his breast 

And own earth's richest treasure. 
Wealth ne'er could give him half the bliss 

Nor make him half so cheery, 
As does this fair and bonny aame; 

His darling and his dearie. 



She always flies to him for help, 

When pressed by tribulation, 
He is her hope, her strength, her tow'r, 

Her peace and consolation. 
Then he with kind and tender words, 

And visage mild and cheery. 
Consoles his love, his pet, his dove, 

His darling and his dearie. 

If I could find just such a oae 

I'd ever with her tarry, 
I'd never turn from her away. 

Nor hesitate to marry. 
I'd gladly take her by the hand, ^ 

And shortly have her geery, 
And she should be my bonny bride, 

My darling and my deary. 



Then in this world of weal and woe, 

Wo'd spend a life of pleasure. 
And she should ever be to me 

My dearest earthly treasure. 
I'd never be too slack in love 

Nor ever be too weary 
To dandle on my antu kne©,* 

My darling and my dearie. 



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Do Infideli Know It. 

[An extract from a lecture by the author.] 
Infidels saythe dead shall sleep eternally, that 
this life is all that men shall live. Revelation 
tells us that man was formed of the dust of the 
ground; science backs this doctrine, and infidels 
believe it. If one could have lived before man 
was created and it had been lold him that in the 
future men would be created or formed of the 
dust, and endowed with life, beauty, and intel- 
lijjence, he might have laughed at the thought, 
but his unbelief would not have made man's 
creation impossible, for to-day he lives — His 
creation is a marvelous thing. A wonder which 
we cannot comprehend, and a fact which infidels 
do not deny. Do infidels know that the Being 
who brought us up from non-existence, or from a 
state of existence of which we have no knowl- 
edge, and gave us a concious existence in this 
world, is not able to, and will not raise us up 
again, and give us a concious existence in an- 
other worlcf. Do infidels know that such is the 
case? If so by what means do they know it? 



Machinery the Production of Intellect. 

[An extract from a lecture on the queries of 
i nfidelity, by the autlior.] 

If you 'tell an atheist that a machine can exist 
and move systematically without an intelligent 
inventor and builder he will pronounce jou in- 
sane. But when you tell him that the Tjniverse, 
constituting a grand, incomprehensible perpet- 
ual motion, so broad that the mightiest telescope 
cannot penetrate through it, exists and moves 
systematically without an intelligent maker and 
ruler he says it is so and he calls this reason. To 



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affirm that a machine cannot exist and move 
S3-stematicany without an intelliorent inventor 
and hnikler, and yet say that the Universeexists 
and moves by cha'.ice is a glarinqr contradiction. 
Is it possible that the infinite Universe with all 
its beauty and perfection, is the production of 
the spontaneous exertions of blind and unintel- 
ligent nature, all moving on gloriously and sys- 
tematically without a purpose, without an aim? 
Certainly not. As a maciime says to the world 
that it has an intelhgent inventor and bulkier, 
so does the universe stand out with its infinite 
jiiachinery, prochiiming to all intelligent beings 
that tlieie is a !suj)reme artificer. That there is 
an int(dliQ.ent inveiuor, maker and ruler. It 
tells us tiiat theie is a God. 



Pid nature form without design 
The i-onntless worlds and suns that shine,- 
And bid the planets run their race 
Each in its orb, and proper place? 

Was man and matter strangely wrought. 
By nature's hand from nothing brought 
And made to fly in wild disperse 
Throughout tli'e boundless Universe? 



The Bible. 

[Extract from a lecture on the inspiration oi 
the Bible, by the author.] 

The Bible is a substantial work. Its doctrine 
is pure. It's conclusions unerring, and itj- 
prophecies infalible. The Bible is the greatest 
book in the world. It has been tried. It has 
been weighed in the balances and found not 
wanting. It has been tested bv the strongest 



minds of earth, and has confonndcd tlieir wisdom. 
The Bible gives a reasonable account of the 
creation. It explains human nature in every 
respect, and prescribes a remedy for every evil. 

The Bible has been tested In science, reason, 
experience and nature, and all harmonize in 
showing; it to be an instructive, reasonable and 
sacred work. The Bible was written when' the 
world was envelojied in darkness, and yet, it 
explains mysteries and solves problems* which 
science cannot. The Bible is substtintial, it is 
s»'lf-supporting, it "foretells future events ages 
before they occur \vith unerring certainty, which 
is impossible for hunuin intellect to do. The 
Bible carries withit truth, liberty and happiness, 
it is a civilizer. Where the Bible goos idolatry 
ceas \s, parents cease sacrificing their children 
to idols and men cease eating human flesh. The 
Bible forces itself upon the world. It has by its 
irresistible argument compelled kings to turn 
from their evil purposes, and njitions to tremble 
before, and worship nt the shiine of the God 
that it represents. The Bible is gaining ground. 
All nations Vvill soon have it. One remarkable 
tiling about this is ih it the nations which have 
the most Bibles are the most enlightened, and 
the more enlightened they are the. greater the 
demand for Bibles. When a machine is intro- 
duced in a country it takes the lead until a bet- 
ter machine is introduced, and then the peo^de 
lay it aside and take the better. Thus it is with 
books, inferior books must give place to some- 
thing better. Many infidel books have been 
Avritten, and read, but when the Bible is pre- 
sented those books are laid aside as useless. 
Not one family in a thousand have a copy of the 
writings of the noted infidels. With all their lee- 



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turiiijr nnd ^ritiiifr they have never effected a 
successful orL^anizatioii, nor library in the world, 
and to-day, while infidels are doing all in their 
power to suppress theBible;Bibles are oeing man 
Hfactured by millions. The number is increas- 
ing steadily There are several hundred mil- 
lions of Bibles in the world, enough, placing 
them in row allowing seven inches to each Bible, 
to form a girt more than once and a half around 
the entire earth. If infidelity is a g«od thing 
why don't it win? If infidels are right why don't 
theV write a book that will eclipse the Bible? 
The Bible is the best book in existence, it is a 
tried book, it comes to the front because it is 
the best. AJl the wise men, all the scientist, 

{>hilosophers and ^reat men of the world com- 
)ined could not write a book that would compete 
with the Bible. Such a book cannot be pro- 
duced by human intellect, by uninspired men. 
It is evidently the production of an infinite mind. 
It is "the word of God". 



A Trip to Kansas- 

The author, after going on foot from Iowa to 
southern Kansas, thence to Indian Territory, 
Missouri and Arkansas and then back to Kansas 
visiting many towns and cities. Being very un- 
fortunate in Kansas, returned to Illinois', his 
native state, and wrote the following poem: 

I went to southern Kansas 

Not many years ago — 
1 went there' to make money, 

But business was too slow. 



I stopped in Wilson county, 
And there 1 settled down 

Jnat two miles from Frcdon'a, 
This was my nearest town 

I went to work for wa^es 
But wages were to low, 

And when I did earn money 
My debtors paid me slow. 

I often had to loafer 
For want of work to do 

Or work for nearly nothing, 
And that was something new. 

Down there I had an uncle 
And cousins three or four, 

Sometimes I staid ai^ong them, 
And went from door to door. 

At last I got discouraged. 

I thought it was too thin 
To be compelled to loafer 

And live among my kin. 

And then I went to planning, 
And as I thought it o'er 

I said I'll leave the country. 
And visit it no more. 



I will go to the station 

And mount the train, some day 
And bid farewell to Kansas 
Because I cannot stay. 



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I'll go down to St. Louis 
And see the place, at least, 

And if I do not like it, 
I'll go on farther east. 

jS^ow when I reached St. Louis, 
I crossed the river there 

Into old Illinois, 
A country bright and fair. 

This is a land of plenty— 

A land of corn and swine, 
And many have good orchards 
. And grapes enough for -.vine. 

I traveled on to Greenview, 
Where I lived when a boy, 

And there I safely landed 
At home, in Illinois. 

I've had enough of Kansas, • 
I've nibbled at her bait; 

I went at risk of chances, 
And cruel was my fate. 

A Few Lines for the Crippled- 

The Miss that does this stanza read 

And can it understand 
Is welcome to, (if she'll accept,) 

The donor's heart and hand. 

If I could iind the maid I want 

I'd ever with her tarry, 
I'd never turn from her away, 

Nor hesitate to marrv. 



Thou hast left me — O my darling, 
Thou didst for life depart — 

Farewell my love — bonny lady — 
Fair charmer of mv heart. * 



O lovely woman, do not gain 
My love and true awhile remain. 

And then, with all thy cliarms depart 
And leave me with a broken heart. 



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pretty woman, lovely and fair 
"ith winsome ways and modest air, 
I do admire thy charmino: grace, 
Thou fairest bloom of Eden's race. 



There's not a woman on the face 
Of this wide world I would embrace 

On short acquaintance, and believe 
She never would me once deceive. 



Faithfulness of Lovers. 

'Tis hard to change the minds of those 

Who truly are in love, 
For none will for others hate 

Their dearest darling dove. 



If each were to a prison sent 

Kept by an iron door, 
For years, when out again, they'd love. 

As much as e'er before. 



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Their love can never be subdued, 

By enemy or friend 
For they will love in spite of fate. 

And marry in the end. 

Women are more pure than men 
In motive, deed and will, 
And if men were as men should be 
They would be purer still. 



The "Unfortunate Man. 
I liave not got possessions wide. 

Like some that do invest, 
I luck in eartlily riches but 

Ferliaps, 'tis for ^the best. 

I have not got much earthly store 
Nor place on which to rest 

Nor splendid mansions like the rich, 
Perhaps, 'tis for the best. 

What little of this world is mine 

I gather to my breast- 
And know I got U honestly, 

Perhaps, 'tis for the best. 

For many who do wealth possess. 

Have oft' the poor oppressed; 
But I am free from all of this; 

Perhaps^ 'tis for the best. 

While they are riding fast and gay 
In cloth and satin dressed; 

I live an honest working man, 
Perhaps, 'tis for the best. 



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Education. 

Education is a good thing when the right kind 
of characters get"it. Education makes a wise, 
man useful, but a fool, exceedingly hateful. 
Our colleges make more fools than wise men. 
They give men book learning, but no brains. 
Theconceited college bird, for want of intellect, 
goes about making light of those who have less 
book learning than he. He criticises every- 
body, and everything. He gives kis opinion 
where it is not needed, and often attacks men 
who have less book learning (than he) but 
more originality, and more sense in a minute 
than he has ina week. It is a pity that such 
.persons ever get an education. 

A man with good sense, and a fair degree of 
natural talent, with a common school education 
is better off than the bigoted fool, with all the 
learning that colleges can give him. 



A Word to the Haughty Rich. 

Boast not ye rich of wealth nor gold 
Which for a little while you hold. 
For soon you must loose all you save 
And take your place, low in the grave. 

Disease may seize your mortal frame 
And make your mental powers lame. 
Death will ere long entrance your heart 
Then all your glory will depart. 

Soon you shall lay your wealth aside. 
And cease to flaunt' with haughty pride. 
Soon death will take from you your store, 
Then you will boast and flaunt ho more. 



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The Renter. 

No man should be without a home 
And have to rent another's dome, 
And move about from plaw to place, 
In debt for rent, with scowling face. 

Forany man can buy a spot 
Of ground, an acre, block or lot, 
And on it build a little hut 
Until he can more to it put. 

There is no need of paying rent 
When money can be better spent, 
He is unwise who does it do, 
And will some day his folly rue. 

But some folks feel too great and grand 
To live in such an humble stand 
Until they do more^wealthy grow 
And rent a place to make a show. 

The renter plants trees not his own, 
Because he is a rolling stone, 
He cannot stay their fruit to eat. 
Unless he does his rent bill meet. 

He'd better buy a little lot 

And on it in a cabin squat 

If this he'd do. poor mullet head, 

The rent he pays would buy his bread. 

If he would try, this he could do, 
And pay the money for it too— 
A-paid-for-home, though verv small, 
Is better than no home at all. 



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Hypocrites. 

There is a class of church members who go to 
church simply to see and to be seen. They 
notice all who enter the church, can tell what 
they look like where they sit, and what thpy 
wear. They go to church to take items, to make 
fun, and to ^et the fashions. They make light of 
ever}' one that wears plain clothes, especially if 
they are poor. Thej^ associate with the rich and 
arristocratic only. Ihey hate common folks. 
They treat them\vith disrespect and contempt. 
This is not religion. Religion is a holy principle 
in the soul, a principle that prompts its possessor 
to abstain from sin and do his duty, a principle 
that moves a man to treat his fellowmen with 
respect and to do unto others as he would have 
them do unto him. A principle that does away 
with all bigotry, selhshness and pride. This 
is the pure, tlie 'genuine religion. The religion 
that blesses and saves. Those church members 
have not this kind of religion;such characters are 
an injury to the church. They are standing in tlie 
way of "^ sinners. They drive many from the 
church, who would be Christians if they were, 
treated right. Those church members, like so 
many vipers, are good to each other, but poison 
to everything else. If they get to heaven with- 
out changing, the devil will be swindled, out of 
his rights. ^Ihey arp spots that would blemish 
the multitude of white robes, and make Heav- 
»en a sellish, comtemptable and disgraceful, 
hell. 



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Maxims in Rhyme. 

Good manners shown in public places 
Are outward signs of inward graces. 

Men must of Satan's wiles beware 
Or be entangled in his snare. 



A man is happy in this life 
AVith pure religion and a wife. 

He that is for a living wishing 
Had better work than go a fishing. 



Men of sense and noble breeding 
Are seldom found in manners needing 
While fops and fools but to beguile, 
Put on a deal of airs and style. 

Woman is the dearest of all 
Things on this terrestrial ball. 
And she was made to kindly use, 
And not to scold at and abuse. 



No government ought long to stand 
That does for rich men fight 
And dares deprive the poor man of 
His liberty and right. 



The rich in splendid domes reside 
While poor folks shanty by their side 
The rich care not for cold nor drouth 
While poor folks live from hand to mouth, 



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The man that does his wife abuse 
Deserves with fiends to dwell 
Midst everlasting torments in 
The gloomy climes of hell. 

When two unite and work ri^ht M'Cll 
And peaceable together dwell, 
And have good health, they'll prosper sure 
And plenty for old age secure. 



Play Parties and Games. 

[Extract from a lecture on mirth and its rela- 
tion to Christianity, by the Author.] 

Plav parties are wrong. A play party is as bad 
as a dance. One is as bad as the other. Atone 
people trip a tune, at the other they dance a tune. 
Which is the worst? If I went to jplay parties I 
would go to dances. There is more sense in 
dancing than there is in playing. There is more 
art in it, more beauty and more music. I would 
rather go to a dance than to a play party, for I 
would learn more at the dance than at the play 
party, and hear less lies told. People who go to 
play parties do not exactly dance, but they want 
to dance, and itis as bad to want to do a thing as 
it is to doit. The man that trips 'weavly-wheat' 
is as bad as the man that dances **Juber". Flay 
parties are distructive to the Churcli and to 
Christianity. Let us see their effect — Take, for 
instance, the young convert that has just enlisted 
in the cause of Christianity. He starts out witk 
great zeal and energy, he is faithful for a little 
while, he is prompt in duty, he runs well, but 
soon he begins to associate with wicked compan- 
ions, he is found among the gay and reckless - 



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whose influenre is for evil continually. He in- 
dul^'es with them in empty jestino- anil silly con- 
versation. T[iUf> he continues croing from step 
to step, from bad to worse, until he is fixed in 
the ranks of the careless. Finally there is a play 
party in Ills neitrhborliood, he receives an invi- 
tation to it, attends the party and is well pleased 
with the performance. AV hen this experiment is 
tried a stron<: desire for mirth is kindled in his 
soul and soon he is seen at another place of like 
cliaracter. Thus he continues driftine: down 
the stream of frivolity until he reaches tlie great 
ocean of pleasure upon which thousar.ds are care- 
lessly sailing. V/hen he is initiated into that 
society he is equiped for the ballroom to which 
he next resorts. When he comes to this he cares 
but little or nothing for religion. He becomes 
hardened in heart, ceases to perform his religious 
duties, and finally turns his back upon the church 
and bids his profession adieu. This is the effect 
of mirth and the plav parties. They are dan- 
gerous to religion. They are poisonous. They 
are fatal. 



The Careless Bible Reader. 

Inquirer: — My Iriend are you a Bible reader? 

Bible Eeader: — Yes sir. 

I:— Have you read anvin the Bible this week? 

B.K:— Yessir. 

I:— How much did you read this week? 

B. R: — About as much as I usually read in a 
week. 

I:— What portion of the scripture did you read 
this week? 

B. R: — I read in the book of Psalms. 

I: — How many chapters did you read? 



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B. R:-One, 

I: — Which chapter did you read? 
B. R: — The one liundred and seventeenth. 
I: — How many verses are therein this chapter? 
B. R:— Two. 

I: — Do you remember what those verses say? 
B. R:— Not very well. 

I: — I find too many of this kind of Bible 
readers. * L. S. 



A Mystery. 
'Tis queer to think how mortal man 

Can realize a dreadful ban, 
And drink the cup of vengeance in, 

Which is the punishment for sin 
While sleeping in the grave. 

It is a wonder great and strange 
How the soul of man can range 

From earth below to Heav'n to dwell, 
Safe from the sultry clime of Hell 

While sleeping in the grave. Rev. 6. 9-11 

'Tis strange how the rich man died, 

And soon became dissatisfied 
With his lot, and himself did blame, 

And was tormented in a flame, 
AVhile sleeping in the grave. 

'Tis a wonder how the thief 
Upon the cross, with stern belief, 

Could on that day with Jesus rise 
From earth's dark scenes to paradise 

While sleeping in the grave. Luke. 23. 43 



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1 cannot clearly understRnd 
How the great mystery is planned, 

The fact that man with active mind, 
Can peace and joy with spirits find, 

While sleeping in the grave. Rev. 6. 9-10 11 

'Tis strange how the good St. Paul, 
The chief of the Apostles all, 

Thought tliat he would in Heaven be 
If he was from the body free 

While sleeping in the grave. 2 Cor. 5. 1-8 

I cannot understand how the soul of man 
sleep** in the grave — some say it does. The pass- 
ages of scripture above referred to do not convey 
nor support any such idea — (If the rich man 
slept in the grave, he must have had a terrible 
dream.) It never was said unt© a spirit, 1' Dust 
thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." The 
scriptures tell us that Samuel appeared to Saul, 
and talked with him and said, "to-morrow shalt 
thou and thy sons be with me," 1 Sam. 28. 19. 
Moses and E'lias appeared to Christ at the irans- 
lignration, and talked with him, Matt. 17. 3. 
Clirist represented the rich man and Lazarus as 
existing in a concious state after death — John, 
the Revelator, says, "I saw under the altar the 
aouls of theiii that were slain for the words of 
God." Rev. 6. 9. These were in a concious state 
of existence after death while their brethren 
were still on earth, see verses lOandU. What 
do all these passages of scripture mean, if the 
Boul sleeps in the grave— if it does not exist in » 
concious state after death and before the resur- 
rection. L. S. 



Games Are Wrong. 

Cliristians should not indulge in games. All 
kinds of games have a tendency to lead men to 
idleness and gambling. Some pick out a game 
here and there, such as they fancy to be harm- 
less, and indulge in them and pronounce all other 
games wicked — some play checkers and will not 
play cards, some plaV croquet, but will not play 
billiards. I cannot lee how people can make 
some games innocent and others dangerous, 
when all games have the same nature. If it is 
wrong to play cards, it is wrong to play checkers, 
and if it is wrong to roll a billiard ball, it is also 
wrong to roll a croquet ball. I have often watch- 
ed professed Christians play croquet, and now 
and then one would cry out "I have whitewashed 
you." I thought probably they were all white- 
Wiished. 

In a room is'«i lot of roughs playing cards, and 
in an adjoining room is a group of cliurch mem- 
bers playing checkers. The church members tind 
fHuU with the roughs for indulging in a game 
that leads to idleness, as though they were not 
doing the same. In a room is a lot' of sinners 
playing billiards and just outside is a few church 
members playing croquet. The church mem- 
bers preach the sinners into hell for playing bill- 
ards, as though they were not doing as bad and 
as liable to go to hell. 

We cannot consistently reject some games and 
practice others. We must conclude that all are 
right or that all are wrong, this is the way I look 
at the matter. I will not indulge in any kind. of 
games, for I am satisfied that billiard and card 
playing are wrong. They have a tendency to 
lead men to idleness andgambling. I cannot in- 
dulge in thfm, and to be consistent, I cannot in- 



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dulge in uiiy kind of gaiiie.s. Any Lljiiig liuit 
loads to idleness and gambling is wrong, and we 
cannot make a tiling riglit wlien it is wrong. 

Tliose games tliat are considered liarmless 
lead men into games tliatmake ijamblersof tiiem. 
I cannot see the consistency ot a man picking 
out a game here and there and preacliing people 
into liell for takilig clioice of what is left. Tiie 
churcli member that goes to play parties, plays 
clieckers and croquet is inconsistent, lie is doing 
an injury to the church, he is standing in the 
\vay of sinners, his influence cannot do mnch 
good in the world. When he speaks sinners will 
mock, and when he warns the wicked they will 
not heed. 



The Look of LovS 

The look of love is pure, li is divine, 
'Tis the soul's language. An outward sign. 
The look of love can move the liardest heart 
That is found in man. 



Reply to the Infidel. 

The intidel says, "if there is a God, he has no 
right to punish men simply because he made 
tliem," and asks, "Jf I had tlie power, and would 
(thange a book into a living man, would I have a 
right to torture the man because! made him?" 
This is owing to circumstances. If he would en- 
dow the man with with intelligence, and give 
iiim knowledge of goo<l ami evil, and» i)ovver to 



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cliouae the good, and then the man vvuuld know- 
ingly iind willingly choose the evil, he would 
have a rigiit to inflict just punishment upon 
him. A free moral agent alone .is resjjonsible 
for his conduct, no matter how he came into ex- 
istence. It is a wonder that the intidel permits 
himself to be instrumeiit;ti in bringing iuiman 
beings into tiie world, where they m'ay sutler for 
their oflenses. lledoes tiiis, knowing that kis 
offspring are free moral agents, and are alone 
re.sponsible for their own conduct, this lets him 
out. On the same principle God createtl man a 
i'ree moral agent, endoAvedhim witli intelligence 
and with a knowledge of good and evil, andpow- 
ei- to choose the good. If man sins, God is not 
responsible, and if lie is punished he deserves it. 
"If God knew that man would fall why did he 
jnake him?" God had reasons for making man 
or he would not have made him. Man w^as an 
element of God's fleiermined creation. His 
creation might have been a necessity. God, like 
other intelligent beings, may have desired intel- 
ligent brings to by with hini, and made man for 
that purpose, why would he not. The fact that 
God forelv.new that man wonld fall justifies him 
in making him; if he had been ignorant of man's 
fall he would have gone into the work blindly, but 
if he knew that man would transgress he knew 
just what to do, and what sort of punishment 
would be necessai}', and he knew that he would 
not i)unish him more than he deserved. Man is 
punished according to his deeds. The man that 
does not steal or murder will m^t be punished for 
these crimes, where tiiere is little, little is re- 
(juired. They shall be beaten with- few stripes. 
God is just. "Tlie man that thinks that God 
dumps the moral and immoral, the honest man 
and the murderer together into a furnace of lit- 



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eral fire has a wrong conception of the justice of 
God. I do not believe that there is any Uteral 
tire in hell, though there may be; if there is 
there is not a spark too much. I* think thejruilty 
conscience, and the convicting judgement of Gotl 
is the tire of hell, and that no man will ever burn 
for that of which he is not guilty. 



Is Murder and Polygamy Inspired- 

An extract from a lecture on the inspiration of 
the Bible, by the author. 
The infidel asks, "Did God inspire the Israel- 
ites to murder the heathen?" He did not inspire 
them to murder them. He inspired them to kill 
them for their idolatry, for violating his own 
law, for sacrificing their children to idols and 
for willfuly, and presumptiously blaspheming 
his holy name. This was right. The infidel 
misrepresents when he calls it "murder." Kill- 
ing is not murder when there is a just cause for 
it. For instance, a woman madly plunges the 
dagger into the heart of an innocent woman; she 
takes her life, she is arrested, tried, found guilty, 
and is shot dead. The shooting of this woman is 
not murder. It is the execution of justice. No- 
body but a lunatic would call it murder. A 
king puts to death those who violate his law. 
When his subjects, rebel or commit treason, 
they are slain; justice demands it, and the peo- 
ple say it is right. A king sometimes, m order 
to defend hi-s kingdom, and to carry out certain 
principles of justice musters large rviies, and 
sends them among his enemies to kill them, and 
the world says it is right. If it is right for an 



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oarthy king to kill men for transgressing his 
law; to take life, which he did not give, and can- 
not restore, is it not certainly right, for the 
almighty to take the live which he has given. 
The heath^'n were living in open violation of 
God's holy law. They refused to obey him, and 
made, idols to whicli they offered their own 
children. This was murder. It was serving 
false gods at the expense of human life. ]t was 
a base insult to their maker, and deserving of 
death. If an earthly king will not endure the 
offenses and insults' of evil does, why should 
God? His , moral law must be executed 
a« well as that of man. It was right 
to kill the heathen, and God inspired Joshua to 
do it, and lam glad that he did. It shows his 
contempt for idolatry. It was necesary to dis- 
troy idolators for thev were ruining the world. 
God saw this and slew them. He did it to 
check the devil, and to give Christianity a 
chance, and I thank him font. 

The killing of idolaters w^as not murder. It 
was the execution of justice. A God that would 
not punish idolaters would not be just. Yet 
because God distroyed the heathen the infidel 
says he is a murderer. 

The infidel is like an idiot standing off on a hill 
while a battle is fought for the execution of 
good and noble principles, crying murder! raur- 
der! 

"Was it right for God to kill the innocent 
babes?" Yes, he created them.. Thev were his 
own. He had a right to take thejp. All 
infants are saved, for as in Adam all men died 
so in Christ all are made alive. That is, all are 
freed from the original sin from Adam's sin. 
This leaves men accountable for their practical 
sins only, for the sins which they knowingly 



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coimnit. Th.is ]>rnvi;:aoii clears tlie infants. 
They arc of the kingvloni of Heaven, All that 
have not arrived to the age of acconntability are 
in a saved condition. IfGodsawfit to remove 
the infants, and it was easier and better to die 
by thesword then to hmi^nish on beds of disease. 
It was bettor to take them in their innocence 
then to let them become idolaters and be lost. 
Better to take them, then let tbiOm be sacrificed 
to idols. God has appointed that all shonld die. 
Some shall die by disease, some l)y famine, and 
some !)y the sword. He that dies by the sword 
suifers h'^ss than millions that <jrabble with dis- 
ease. Wlien Cjod removed the infants he saved 
tliem from idolatry, and eternal punishment. 
God called the infants into bein^ and will call 
them from earth when he pleases, and as he 
]>leases. They arc his, and he will take care of 
them. 



WAS POLYGAMY INSPIRED. 



Sin is a violation ot God's hiw, and nothinc: 
else. Then if there is no God there is no law, 
and conseqnently no sin, and polyo;amy 
is no sin. If there is no God as to the crime of 
]>olygamy itis a question. If there is no God there 
is no higher power than man, and no better 
authority than his. This leaves the question of 
polygamy with men and they are divided on it. 
If there is no God, and I love two women and 
they love me. and we want to marry, we are the 
ones to decide the matter. Thisds our business 
and no one elses. I would say itis right for us 
to marry. We wrtuld be happy if we were mar- 



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vied. W(> would want, no bettor heaven tlian to 
live together and the man tliat would prevent 
our niarriafre would deprive us of our libijrty. 
The intidel eould not object, consistently, 
to this for he believes in a man 
having his liberty. If human judg- 
ment is all there is to pass on polygamy, 
one man has as much a right to use his judg- 
ment as another. But if there is a God; a being 
to whom man owes his existence, it is ]^ro]K'r 
and ris:ht that he should sny whether polyramv 
should be practiced. If God permits men to 
practice polygamy, man should hold his peace. 
He should let the matter rest with his ec^uals 
and with his maker. If God makes a man and 
two (or more) women and permits them to mar- 
ry, and they are satisfied, whose business is it; 
The infidel pleads human liberty, and if God 
in his infinite mercy grants this privilege, to bo 
consistent, lie should be the last to object. God 
gave man dominion over the beasts of the fields, 
and man exercises that power, and it is a glor- 
ious privilege, he divides his cattle, sheep and 
hogs, some he sells, some pens up and others he 
kills. If it is right for man to do as he will with 
the animals which he has not made, how much 
greater right has God to'do as he will with men 
who are the work of tiis own hands. The infidel 
is not satisfied with governing the beasts, he 
wants to govern God too, and he is mad at God 
because he will not let him. If God wanted to 
remove a blazing star from the machinery of his 
infinite Universe he would not consult an "infidel; 
much less will he consult him when he sees fit 
to remove a fe\v mnrderous idolaters, or suffer a 
man to marry a couple of wemen which he has 
made. Polygamy is noi taught by the old Tes- 
tament, ancl the new Testament is against it. 



God (ti(i not permit polygamy to ho prartioed 
very extensively— A father tells his sons that 
they shall not '/o tishino: on a certain day, and 
the'same day, says to one of them, you may *ro a 
lishing. This is the father's business. A king 
forbids his subjects eating of the fruit of his 
vineyard on a certain day, and the same day he 
saj's to one of them, you man eat of the fruit of 
my vineyard, this is the king'sbusiness. On the 
same principle, if God dis-allows men to have a 
plurality of wives, and yet suffers a few to break 
over, it is His business,"and he will take care of 
it, and, I cannot see the consistency of a poor, 
insigniticant worm of the duststanding up with 
the impudence of a devil and cursing him for it. 



Advice To a Young Lady. 

If you would be respected, respect others. If 
you would have people speak well of you, speak 
well of them, or leave their names out. 

If yon would be called virtuous, keep decent 
company, for it is said that "birds of a feather 
flock together." Nevergive presents to a young 
man until you find him out, and go slow when 
you are acnuainted, for the heart is full of deceit, 
and one slight mistake may take away your 
favor. 

The young man who talks loud, jesting with 
you, halfway across the street, and never by 
your side, is not sincere. You are not his choice. 
Let him slide. 

If you want to live in poverty, marry a dolt. 
If you want to work for a livino;, marrv a loafer., 
If Vou want to live on the fruits of dishonesty 



marry a p:aml)ler. If von wani to he drunkard 
ard's wife marry a drunkard. 

Do not treat people with disrespect, hoping to 
he respected. I)o not slander others, expecting 
to be praised. Do not hate people expecting to 
be loved. Do not court a rake, expecting a civil 
husband. Do not marry an ill natured man, ex- 
pecting to live a kappy life with him. 

Your mother is your best friend, harken to 
her advice. 

Always receive good advice. Take lessons 
from tlie past, and warning from the 'fate of 
others. Do not be too hasty in matrimony. 
Remember that one mistake may turn the 
course of your life, kindle within your breast a 
fire that cannot be quenched, and bring uyon 
3'ou trouble that cannot be removed until the 
monster death closes his dark curtains around 
you. 



A Scholar's Greeting. 

The following stanzas weo-e taken from a poem 
composed by Thomas Henry Stone, brother of 
the author, entitled "A Scholar's greeting." 

And now to turn our thoughts to school, 

I'll say I love it well; 
I even love the very place. 

The building and the bell. 



For here it is we do acquire," 
While yet in early vouth, 

A knowledge of the things that are, 
Of what is solid truth. 



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We study here no silly trash, 

Or iiotnin<r of the kinM; 
But learn of that which will improve 

And elevate the niind. 



'Tis here each boy will soon resolve 
If he does knowledge prize, 

To make himself a perfect man. 
Industrious and wise. 

Each girl here, too, will study hard, 

And do the hest she can; 
That she may when a woman grown. 

Deserve a worthy man. 



O, when I come to leave the school, 
, Twill grieve me much, I know; 

It grieves me now, to think of it, 
For I do love it so. 

I love to be here with my friends, 

To study, talk and jest; 
I love the teachers and the boys, 

But love the girls the best. 

For woman is the rose of earth. 
And girls are buds just blowing, 

And they may light up all the world 
By kindness ever showing. 



And now I'll say a word to all 
(As I am soon to leave yonj. 

That you may do what good you can 
And let no wrong deceive von. 



•'The past is witlithe things that were," 

The tniiire yet to reacli ns; 
Now do we l^y experience ^ain, 

And learn from what it teaches. 



The lone looked for New Year is come , 

The old one now is gone; 
Which does remind us shockingly 

How time flies swiftly on. 



For short indeed does seem the time 

Since just a year ago,^ 
I sat here writing at this desk, 

While thickly fell the snow. 

Each year that passes seems more brief 
Than that which went before; 

And just the same does seem this one, 
And so will many more. 



The Secrecy of Death. 

"We can not tell when death will come 

And steal the soul aw/iy, 
And leave the body dead and numb, 

To molder in the clav. 



We may not think the monster near, 
Until" the soul has fled, , ^ 

An hour may find us happy here, 
The next mav find us dead. 



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Beware, ye thoucrhtless ones, beware. 
Lest thus should be your fate, — 

Prepare for death while thereis hope 
Wlien dead 'twill be too late. 



Address to the Billows. 
Leap on ye mighty billows, leap, 
O'er the dark caverns of the deep; 
Go on with mighty tliunder tones, 
And drown thy dyin» victim's groans, 
JSor let thy weary riders rest, 

Till time shall end. 

Send forth thy spared, unconquered host 
To ev'ry island, cape and coast, 
O'erride the proud, with daring speech, 
'Neath whom is spread thy sandybeach; 
Entwine thy arms around each form, 

In death's embrace. 



Marriage— According to Scripture. 

Let saints and sinners Aved their own, 

And never wed each other. 
Because it is not right to join 
The good and bad together. 
See 1 Cor. 6. 15, 16—7. 39: 2 Cor. 6. 14, 17. 
Dent. 7. 3, 4. 1 Kings 11. 2. 



INDEX. 

Vlonth of March 3 

i Worthless Man 4 

rhe Poor Man's Soliloquy 4 

rhe Industrious Widow 5 

Encouraging Words to Christians 6 

hlow to Use Time 7 

rbeBlue 8 

rhe Devil's Trap 11 

Death 12 

rhe Muse Caliope 13 

riie Mysterious World 10 

rhe Offended Lover's Valedictory 18 

rhe Wood Chopper 19 

rhe Final Equal ization of Man 20 

Man's Greatest Pleasure 23 

Woman 24 

Questions in Rhyme. To Logan Stone 27 

A. High-tempered Wife 29 

A. Good Natured Wife 31 

rhe Convicted Sinner's Address to his Soul. . .32 

Maxims 33 

lemperance 35 

Es the Soul Mortal? 36 

rhe Fishermen of Middletown 36 

Pay as you go 38 

Praise The Lord 39 

Farewell my Bonny Bird 40 

The Parents' Duty 41 

The Street-Car Mule 41 

The Vanitv of Riches 42 

Hell : 43 

The Bachelor On Matrimony 44 

A Solid Man 46 

The Husband's Dearie 46 



Do Iniidels Know It 4l> 

Machinery The Production of Intellect 4'J 

Tiie Bible"^ 50 

A Trip to Kansas 52 

A Few Lines for the Crippled 54 

Faithfulness of Lovers 55 

The Unfortunate Man 55 

Education 57 

A Word to the Haughty Kich 57 

The Renter .\ 5<S 

Hyx)ocrites 00 

Maxims in Klij-me 00 

Play Parties and Games 01 

The Careless Bible Reader 02 

A Mystery o;> 

Games Are Wrong 05 

The Look of Love . 00 

Reply to the Inlidel 00 

Was Murder and Polygamy Inspired OcS 

Advice to a Young Lady 72 

\ .Scholar's Greeting 7o 

Secrecy of Deatli 75 

3Iarriage — According To Scripture 70 

Address to the Billows 70 






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ADDRESS TO THE BILLOWS 

eap on 3'e mighty Lillows, leap, 
'er the dark caverns of the deep; 
on with mighty thunder tones, 
nd drown thy dying victim's groans, 
or let thy weary liders rest, 

Till time shall end. 



Mid forth thy spared, unconquered host 
o ev'ry island, cape and coast, 
'erride the proud, with daring speech, 
eath wliom is spread thy sandy beach; 
ntwine thy nrms around each form, 
Tn deatii's embrace. 



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